#King Namor McKenzie

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Зал героев: Мстители и захватчики

Мстители — команда супергероев, появляющаяся в американских комиксах, изданных Marvel Comics, созданных писателем-редактором Стэном Ли и художником и соавтором сценария Джеком Кирби. Команда дебютировала в The Avengers #1 (обложка датирована сентябрем 1963 года). Оригинальные Мстители, получившие название «Самые могущественные герои Земли», состояли из Железного человека, Человека-муравь��, Халка, Тора и Осы. Капитан Америка был обнаружен запертым во льду в выпуске №4 и присоединился к группе после того, как они его оживили.

[comicwaren]

From Namor Vol. 2 #005, “The Orphan on the Throne”

Art by Paul Davidson, Alex Lins and Neeraj Menon

Written by Jason Aaron

[evilhorse]

Warriors of the Chasm! Stand down!

(Namor Volume 2 #2)

[creamecafe]

Hello! ((＼(^_^)／))

I have a K'uk'ulkan request!

Can we get some sleepy ramblings from him? Like, him and the reader are going to sleep, and he's saying some incomprehensible, random, kingly duty nonsense, and the reader is just finding it hilarious. Just trying to holding in their laughter while he's just going on and on.

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 | 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

Summary: It's nothing new that Namor talks in his sleep and while you sleep next or by him you hear it all. But one night he talks in his sleep and things are hilarious.

Pairing: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x GN!Reader

Word Count: ???

Warnings: none just major fluff

a/n: tysm for requesting I hope you enjoy it! Almost my first Namor fic AHH! Also the title may or may not have been inspired by Harry Styles song 'Late Night Talking' I couldn't think of any titles that would fit ok?

You and Namor have always slept by each other as long as you both can remember.

You guys would cuddle up together in your big bed and sleep holding each other. But you notice that while you guys are sleeping, Namor would talk or ramble in his sleep.

You sometimes joke to Namor about it but he denies saying he doesn't talk in his sleep. Until one night.

After a long day of looking over Talokan as both King(s)/Queen, you guys decided it was best to go to sleep. You both said goodnight to each other

"Goodnight my queen/king." Namor kisses you sweetly on the lips.

"Goodnight my love." You kiss him back.

You both pulled back and smile at each other. You get into your shared bed and cuddle with each other. Namor started rubbing circles on your back and you started falling asleep quickly. You love it when he rubs circles on your back.

A few hours later, you guys are sleeping soundly and peacefully. Then suddenly you hear talking out of nowhere. You get up rubbing your eye to see who was talking this late.

Then you recognize the voice. It was Namor's voice. You look to your right to see him sleeping, knocked out cold and just talking whatever incomprehensible nonsense is coming out of his mouth.

"Imperius Rex! Rise Talokan! Rise Talokan!"

You just laid in bed looking at him while trying to hold on your laughter to not wake him up. But to your efforts, he continues.

"I am king of Talokan, and you will not disrespect my partner! Imperius Rex!"

After a while you could hold it in anymore. You started laughing and quickly covered your mouth. Namor woke up to your laugh. He turned to you confused why you were awake.

"Is everything alright Y/N? Why are you awake? And why are you laughing?"

It took you a minute to calm yourself down to explain everything. Even when you were talking you had a smile on your face.

"Y-you were talking in your sleep Namor."

"I was?"

"Yes"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes you were Namor you weren't saying king duties in your sleep and bunch of nonsense."

"What did I say?"

"Oh you were saying a lot of things. You kept saying Rise Talokan, imperius Rex, and saying to not disrespect me." You smiled.

Namor looks at you confused about his sleep talking but can't help but smile at you because of your expression.

"Well I guess what you say is true about me sleep talking. I just thought you were making it up."

"No why would I do that?" You laugh and Namor laughs with you.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted your sleep."

"It's ok," You reach your hand out to play with his curly dark hair and move down to cup his face.

"I don't mind losing a bit of sleep because of you."

Namor smiles at this. He just loves you so much. You both went back to sleep to cuddle with each other. It's needless to say the next morning you would nonstop make fun of Namor of his sleep talk.

Namor would be annoyed but can't be mad at you because he loves you and you do the same with him.

[wabn]

Doom might’ve killed Namor in the new Fortnite season lol

[vertigoartgore]

1992's Namor the Sub-Mariner Vol.1 #26 cover by Jae Lee (back when he was still influenced by Bill Sienkiewicz & Simon Bisley). Source Source

[namorthesubmariner]

Hi! Sorry to ask about this, but I just read King In Black: Namor and I have a question: does the stones forever tainted Namor's behaviour, being the cause of some of his more bad behaviour, or was its influence completely purgeed by the end of the final issue, and Namor's behaviour is his own?

No need to be sorry. This is an interesting question.

Namor himself was never under the influence of the Unforgotten Stone. He specifically stops Attuma from going after or touching the stone in issue 3, because he saw what happened to The Swift Tide. Namor and Attuma never touch the Stone or are consumed by its change.

Only Dorma was connected to its influence and changed temporarily, and she was purged of her change by the end. However that doesn't mean the Stone itself is a evil thing, Ambrose the fish underwent a monstrous change but still remained a loyal pet to Dorma. I think the Stone changes people depending on the person/creature.

Also at the very end Dorma's spirit still seems to have a connection to the Stone itself.

That's not to say maybe a future writer wouldn't use the Stone to influence Namor's behavior much like how writers used The Serpent Crown. Personally I don't want all of Namor's behavior to constantly be blamed on a evil Atlantean artifact because it's happened a lot in the past but if a good writer has a good story about it then I would read it.

[creamecafe]

This is the best thing I have seen today 😭😭

[imperiuswrecked]

Noir, 1939

Police Captain Namor "The King" McKenzie has a tough case, a string of homicides have plagued the city, but none of his superiors seem to think it's worth a second thought. Alone he won't be able to bring the victim's killer to justice so he'll need to trust a fiery officer, and a mysterious detective to help solve the case.

Detective Betty "The Agent" Dean has a past that is shrouded in secrets. She's has had to work hard in life to get to her position with New York's finest, and prove that she's worthy of her badge. When Namor approaches her for a case that needs her skills as an undercover agent she doesn't know if she should trust the captain. Only time will tell what secrets are uncovered.

Officer Jim "The Torch" Hammond has just transferred to the New York division after the loss of his son. Alone and angry at the world he tries to lose himself in his work as a officer of the streets, helping those who need it, while taking down the scum of the city. Muggers know to steer clear of his fists as he brings his own justice to the criminals. When his partner Betty asks for his help with a murder case he wonders just what he's getting himself into, and whether he can trust the police captain.

In an Alternate Universe Namor, Betty, and Jim must learn to trust each other while uncovering the truth behind the murder cases. Corruption thrives in New York, and the secret behind the case will shake the city. Will they survive the secrets they uncover?

Read the Fic on Ao3

Rating: Explicit Word Count/Fic Status: 2,309 / Incomplete Dynamic: Namor/Betty/Jim Characters: Namor the Sub-Mariner, Betty Dean, Jim Hammond Tags: Alternate Universe - Noir, Detective Noir, Murder Mystery,New York City Alternate Universe - 1930s, Undercover Missions, Crimes & Criminals, Crime Fighting, Kissing, Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Whump, Hurt/Comfort

Namor Week 2024 - Day 3 - Alternate Universe @namorweek

[howardduck1490]

Teen Titans Go! Namor

King Namor McKenzie, a.k.a. the Sub-Mariner, is the ruler of Atlantis. Born as a hybrid mutant son of a human ship captain Leonard and the Atlantean princess Fen, Namor's first interaction with the human world came when he joined the Invaders to fight against the Axis powers during World War II. After spending years as a homeless amnesiac, Namor was discovered by the Fantastic Four and reclaimed his identity and his kingdom.

Since then, Namor has been both foe and ally to the surface world, allying himself with heroes such as the Defenders and X-Men and villains like Dr. Doom and the Cabal, for Namor's true allegiance is always to Atlantis and its people.

[luimnigh]

Also, I find the fact that Namor's full name is Namor McKenzie to be fucking hilarious.

Namor the Submariner, King of Atlantis? Badass. Imposing. Regal. Fantasyish.

Namor McKenzie? Someone should have let the painkillers wear off before filling out the birth certificate.

[positivelybeastly]

In a universe where Hank McCoy was hard-headedly reclaimed from X-Force by Tess McKay, they sit on the beach, warmed by the sun as the waves lick at the shoreline of the Living Island.

Her sons are splashing and diving in the water, at home as any full-blooded Atlantean as they wrestle with one another, hollering at their lungs and shouting playful insults. From time to time, a fledged brown ankle surfaces, half-grown feathers flattened against the skin.

"You suck!"

"No, you suck!"

"Hank, I'm not going to lie." Her voice is wry. "They both suck sometimes."

She eyes them with the patience of a seasoned warrior ready to lean into action at any moment.

Play fighting becomes serious at the drop of a hat with the twins: vaguely neurotic Neptuneous, whom everyone but Namor calls "Fish", and single-minded Poseidonus, who bears his unfortunate name with puffed up pride.

Woolf glances down at the baby in her lap, currently a burble of steaming water in human shape held together by his psionic suit. His head is solid, though, and when he turns his head to regard Hank in that grave way, his eyes are almost colorless. Not to mention familiar. He reaches out with a "gloved", watery hand, questing fingers seeking out blue fur--

"Nope!" she says cheerily, planting a sloppy kiss on Vulcanus' forehead that leaves the skin of her lips tight from the heat. "We don't pull."

Mwah!

As the baby crows in protest--yeah, that's definitely a McKenzie-McKay child--she shifts.

Then, "you know I love you, right, Hank?"

The past several years have been--hard at times, with his trauma and all the shit he has to make up for. All the tension that comes with her best friend and the father of her children hating one another. Tess in the middle, refusing to choose because she wants to have it all.

(In so far as anyone can have "it all" with the King of Atlantis involved.)

She regards him from the corner of her eye, toying with the baby's sleek, dark curls as the sand before him stirs into a worrying little cloud.

("You suck!"

"No, you suck, asshole!")

She grimaces, calls over, "watch your mouth!" before returning her attention to him.

"Because I do. Love you, I mean."

The struggle following X-Force, the accusations, his self-loathing and finding forgiveness has left their friendship like adamantium. She thinks. Hank keeps a lot of his pain to himself, like Woolf, and they can't fully know each other. But they're pretty fucking close.

"I wouldn't change anything about us like this. Our friendship. None of it."

Continuing on from the train of thought found here (x).

"Mm. Well. We all suck sometimes, don't we?"

It's not quite the urbane, cultured, oh so wickedly funny and warm voice that Tess really associates with Hank - maybe one day, that'll change, it'll be merely associated, one day when she's known him like this for longer than she knew him the other, better way. No, for today, he doesn't sound quite right, he sounds . . . tired. Guilty, as he almost always sounds. Half-asleep. One day, maybe, he'll sound more awake. But of all people, Tess knows this is better than it was. He's better than he was.

He starts a little when Vulcanus comes to look at him. It's far from the first time the strange little hot water bottle baby has looked at him - he's bright blue and very, very large, after all, even if he's gone prematurely grey at the temples - but every time, it surprises him. Tess is the only one who really trusts him around her children; baby Shogo was young enough when Jubilee had stopped letting Hank see him that he won't really remember Uncle Hank, won't really remember missing his presence.

But these children? No, to them, he's . . . very much Uncle Hank. A concept that still baffles him, baffles him enough that he doesn't even really think before he's offering a finger to the child, one that he immediately withdraws when Tess chirps, "Nope!" even if it isn't really aimed at him.

" - Mhm."

Then come the words, and they come with a - tension. Not in Tess, she says the words easily enough . . . considering. No, there's a tension in Hank. Because he doesn't know. He knows but he doesn't. He finds himself addled, not expecting any degree of softness. It's worse than touch starvation, because touch starvation can be alleviated by just, a simple laying on of hands, but this, this soul starvation, the brittleness that comes with a complete lack of expectation of care, that's - tricky.

"I - know."

Does he?

He promises. He thinks so, anyway. He'll try to think so.

He writes a lot now. Philosophy. He doesn't work in labs anymore, he's not allowed to. Someone had to argue that he even be allowed to write things down - Jean, he thinks it was, bizarrely - because he wouldn't argue it for himself, not after what he'd been writing down while Director had come to light. He'd just stood there in the Council chamber, shellshocked at himself, willing to accept whatever punishment they would hand out.

He philosophises now. It's funny, but it's because of something Bishop said, so long ago, back when he was sure he was good - that Hank McCoy, in his time, was regarded as one of the greatest mutant philosophers that had ever put pen to paper. He's not sure any of it is any good, maybe his life has warped in such a way that his soul has nothing of value to truly say anymore, but he writes it all down, anyway. It's nice to do something with his time.

"No, I know you do."

He's lying, of course. He tries not to lie about anything anymore, but it's - hard. Tess makes it harder, because she's Tess and she doesn't let him get away with telling even the little lies. Maybe that was all he needed all along, was Tess, in his ear, making sure he couldn't get away with anything. It seems to be working now, doesn't it?

I don't know why you do, but you seem to, anyway.

Hank would change everything. Everything. He won't tell Tess this, of course, but he would change literally everything. He'd delete himself from the timeline if he could. Sometimes at night he lays awake and dreams of it because it's the only thought that keeps him sane, the idea that one day, one day someone's going to slip up, their heart is going to get soft, their attention is going to waver, and there'll be a chance to find a machine and just jump.

Just jump into time.

He'll find himself. He isn't sure what age he'd want to do it. Maybe in his early 30s? Make sure he dies on the operating table. It'll scare the living daylights out of his time displaced self, of course, three of them existing in the same space, but it's the neatest place. Complications. Easy, complications. Heart palpitation. Overdose of medicine. Something.

He'll take a scalpel and ram it into his chest enough times that he can reach in and yank that rotten heart right out of his own chest, if that's what it takes, and he'll cry with relief because this means none of it will happen.

The thought of his non-existence makes him smile.

Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly low, he even imagines walking along the road of the McCoy family farm and sneaking into his childhood home, creeping up into his room. Putting a blue hand over a child's face and -

"No. No, nor I. Thank you, Tess."

It's a lie. It's going to be a lie for a long time.

Maybe, eventually, it won't be a lie. But, for now, and for a very long time, Hank's heart can still be found in Terra Verde. In that hotel room. In the Pointe. His heart is still there. His mind is still there. Not quite here. He's still half-asleep, really.

But one day . . . maybe he can wake up. He'd like that.

"I wouldn't change anything. Not one line."

One day it won't be a lie.

[comicwaren]

From Namor Vol. 2 #004, “The Feeding of the Beast”

Art by Paul Davidson, Alex Lins and Neeraj Menon

Written by Jason Aaron

[evilhorse]

What’s it to you, pretty prince?

(Namor Volume 2 #2)

[creamecafe]

Coming soon....I should finish by tomorrow or Thursday morning before I go to a trip with my family

Let me know if you want to be tagged in it

[naemor]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❪⠀𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲⠀❫

⠀⠀ ⠀alt. text: ⠀⠀genetic file

i.

name:⠀⠀Namor McKenzie

alias:⠀⠀King Namor

titles:

The Sub-Mariner, The first mutant,

Scourge of the Seven Seas,

Avenging son

pronouns:⠀⠀He/Him

ii.

age:⠀⠀Old enough, seems in his early 30s

birthday:⠀⠀February 22

zodiac:⠀⠀Pisces

education:

Little to no formal schooling,

Educated by the royal tutors of Atlantis

occupation:

King of Atlantis, Adventurer,

Former terrorist, Warrior

base of operations:

Atlantis, Searebro, Utopia

affiliations:

X-Men, Illuminati, Fantastic Four,

Defenders, Invaders, Cabal, [etc]

iii.

race:⠀⠀Mutant Atlantean/Human hybrid

gender:⠀⠀Male

height:⠀⠀6'2"

weight:⠀⠀Approx. 126kg

pigmentation:⠀⠀Lightly bronzed

physique:⠀⠀Muscular, toned

eyes:⠀⠀Blue

hair:⠀⠀Black

unusual features:

Small vestigial feathered wings

on his ankles, gills behind his pointed ears

iv.

moral alignment:⠀⠀Neutral

traits:

Self-confident, arrogant, loyal,

protective, bipolar, hotheaded,

impulsive, egotistical

orientation:⠀⠀Bisexual

love language:

Physical contact,

Flirting, praises & gifts